Is it wrong that I took so much pleasure in beating my former students and a bunch of teenagers in laser tag this afternoon? I mean, I crushed them. In two games of twenty players, I finished first and second.
My shining moment: After blasting three teenage boys in a row, they turned and fled and I heard the tallest one say, “Damn. That guy is good. Let’s stay away from him.”
That was six hours ago and I’m still basking in my glory.